Quotes About Freedom

There are some basic tenets that ninety-nine percent of all Wiccans follow, but at its core the faith is all about individual freedom. Wiccans believe that as long as you aren't hurting anyone else by doing it, you should be free to act and worship in whatever way you'd like.

They get caught up in right and wrong. Or right and left. But none of that stuff matters if people aren't free." Titania

Junkies are happy when they're high," I said quietly, "but they don't need to be happy. They need to be free.

Can't just tell a soul it is free, Tavar. Freedom must be done for oneself. Important that the slaves created their own freedom.

And besides. You can't go around making people's choices for them. Not if you love them.

I don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I'd rather make a place where things are a little quieter.

Fear is really quite tedious. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible.

The distinction between good and evil is meaningless if one does not have the freedom to choose between them.

Freedom is only part of the story and half the truth.... That is why I recommend that the Statue of Liberty on the East Coast be supplanted by a Statue of Responsibility on the West Coast. —VIKTOR E. FRANKL, Man's Search for Meaning

Freely chosen, discipline is absolute freedom.

Examine your heart and put away any distraction so you can worship God freely.

Never forget what you were saved from.

You are in the world, but not to be tied to the world.

Birds are poems I haven't caught yet

Birds are holes in heaven through which a man may pass

Perhaps when we die our names are taken from us by a divine magnet and are free to flutter here and there within the bodies of birds. I'll be a simple crow who can reach the top of Antelope Butte. (From: Hard Times)

I don't want to get married or run away. I want my free will. I just want to love someone and not get fucked over.

I hope to define my life, whatever is left, by migrations, south and north with the birds and far from the metallic fever of clocks, the self staring at the clock saying, "I must do this." I can't tell the time on the tongue of the river in the cool morning air, the smell of the ferment of greenery, the dust off the canyon's rock walls, the swallows swooping above the scent of raw water.

children, those lucky ones to whom clocks are of no consequence but who drift along on the true emotional content of time.

The head's a cloud anchor that the feet must follow. Travel light, he said, or don't travel at all.

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.

You don't have to become what you already are, which is a relief.

In 1958 a friend in San Francisco burned out his veins shooting up hot paregoric, a cheap high. It's safer for me to continue smoldering just below the temperature of actual flame wondering if there's a distant land where life freely flows like a river. Years ago in a high green pasture near timberline I watched a small black bear on its back rolling back and forth and shimmying to scratch its back, pawing the air with pleasure, not likely wanting to be anywhere or anyone else.

I had met Jack Kerouac a couple of times and it mystified me that his recent success with On the Road meant only that he had freedom to become hopelessly drunk.